Pink Trailer with Plymouth - a static caravan. Beaten up, weathered, weeds growing out from under it, damp and humid.

An old car. Everything sepia tinged, seventies-style, with the whiff of summers' past.

Plastic beakers and portable toilets and showers smaller than...everything. Chintzy curtains and sofas that fold into beds and wooden balustrades, ornate but dusty. Jigsaws and card games and abandoned colouring books, the lids off felt-tips, drying out yet staining the padded velour seats of the sofa.

That's how this postcard inspired me: with nostalgia and a certain kind of longing for a time gone by. Sort of.

Just a feeling really and a happiness too; taking pleasure in the simple, the mundane, the less than perfect. Memories and adventures. Trailers and camping and caravan parks and losing a glove in Anglesey.